The best of you is rare explosives are what it makes, The places you’re destined to reach was screened by design, The little you know…
I looked through a pinhole in an antiquated room with an inverted umbra of an aged easterly spire, the mysterious upside-down shadow had me consumed…
The faucet in our kitchen is getting old I had touched it When we came to see the apartment The first one of our married…
This poem won the first prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.
This poem jointly won the second prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.
This poem jointly won the second prize in the poetry competition of Alcheringa festival’s Zephyr literary event.
ceramic mustard and ivory shells cradled in fruit skins and ashes once we were doll heads and now we are only ourselves we seem to…
Just a few broken bits of bone Some scraps of cloth and a hair or two Marked and placed in plastic bags Is all that…
It began then, during the ten wet nights of red crabs clawing at the moon, a nymph that had just drowned in a maelstrom; the…
When the opaque dusk swells, The broken street lamp’s Pearlescence of glass shards, Overshadows the warmth of light bulb The night is the unsung…
I set out to paint the light when it grows soft at summer’s end, but could not wrap my thoughts around the immensity of neglect…
grief in weeks nothing has moved me. i chase something and fail. the screen dries my eyes. no rivers flow in Aleppo….
Author’s Note: The title of this poem is attributed to the spelling suggestions one gets, when having typed: Selfie in Microsoft Word. This is also…
for SB This is the most you’ve ever been a child. Once there was sand, thick saltwater paste on legs capable of anything; then, later…
Yere yere pausa Come to me rain, let the drops percolate, collect in plastic tubs drained through pipes made of dreams and denim Tula…